Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkmenistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Country Teasers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Clear Light,
Glenn Branca,
Q65,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gap Band,
Harmonia,
Bobby Womack,
UT,
The Blackbyrds,
Rapeman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delta 5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Enemy,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacob Miller,
Basic Channel,
Skarface,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
Minnie Riperton,
The Leaves,
Gerry Rafferty,
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff,
Junior Murvin,
The Kinks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Birthday Party,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
Japan,
Leonard Cohen,
EPMD,
Sun Ra,
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slick Rick,
Cybotron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
Yazoo,
Ludus,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
Pagans,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.